I think the world of your beauty. I treasure all that I see and what I can't find. I embrace your imperfections, warmth, compassion and your inner light. Perhaps you can't understand the admiration, desire, and the respect. Perhaps I want you to see what I can feel. I have

It was a tired scene for the boy. The dusty hallway, the relentless rustle of his chains, the giddy, greedy strut of the guard dragging him along...yes...it was a tired scene, leading to one even more cumbersome and relentlessly repetitive.

I am dedicating this
story to my mother, Gerry Lois Portis Bartlett. I told her a very primitive
& G-rated version of this story when I was a small child. She was my number
one fan back then, and even though she has gone onto the other side, I feel

''Beckyyy!!'' my step father screeched up the stairs with disgust in his voice, I sighed and stood up, I went to the top of the stairs, ''Yeah?'' I called down, ''You've got a letter'' he said, I slowly walked downstairs and he practically threw the letter into my hands, I

I slowly turned back to see my ex boyfriend walking my way with my cousin, ''What do you want?'' I asked my ex, ''I want you back'' he replied, ''Fuck that! You are the one that screwed up... Not me'' I replied, Mercedes looked at me then at my cousin,

I glanced up at Michael, he looked as if he had tears in his eyes too, ''Mike?'' I whispered wiping my tears, he cleared his throat, ''Yeah?'' he asked with a smile, ''Thanks'' I whipered, ''For what?'' he asked, confused, ''I don't know... Listening'' I replied, he smiled, ''Oh... It's

The night Castle Guile fell, so did its people. Fire rained down from Frari ships too fast to escape. The bombing left nothing of the capital. In one night, the five year war was put to an end though it did nothing to quell the anger of those that had

I ran hard and fast through the thundering storm. I felt the evil rolling off the dark figure chasing after me. My was pounding in my chest as i felt the evil presence coming closer. I just kept pushing my body foward trying to lose him in all the trees

The fat clouds above the trees danced in the great blue sky like fat, overfed zoo lions. Below them, the water of the large pond-lake was still and peaceful, without even a slight breeze to disturb it. Black ducks and white geese frollicked about on it, and the fat, golden